after the fall – Steven and Mark’s annual slainte’ va

This story shall the good man teach his son;

And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,

From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be remember’d;

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;

For he to-day that sheds his blood [drains his dram] with me

Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,

This day shall gentle his condition:

And gentlemen in England [and throughout Seattle] now a-bed

Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,

And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks

That fought [and drank] with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

Henry V (4.3)

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